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nanivinsmoke · 1 month

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Rated-R

saw this art from @/yunonoai on twitter and i cannot stop thinking about it. enjoy ya freaks

roommate!Choso x F!reader

summary ~ when the movie is a little bit more than you both could handle.

warnings and tags ~ porn, mentions of drinking, fingering, oral, sexual tension, nervous choso, teasing, semi-pussyjob, facial, cream pie, degradation, rough sex, squirting, etc~

“what about this one?” you asked, holding up a dvd and showing it to the raven haired male who nodded in approval at your movie selection. popping it into the dvd player, you pressed play and got up from your position on the floor to sit next to choso on the couch.

every friday night the two of you planned to do something with each other, being that it was your only free night out of the week. with you being busy with work and school, and him being busy with work; this was the only time the two of you had for each other.

thanking him for handing you your glass of wine, you relaxed onto the couch and watched the flat screen tv in front of you as it played the movie. The movie starred your favorite actor, satoru gojo. anything he was in automatically became your favorite movie of all time and if he was shirtless, trust you’d go back to the store to get three more copies.

this time it was a romantic comedy and Gojo played the part of the funny charming crush pretty well. while your eyes were glued the to screen, choso couldn’t help but to keep glancing at you from his peripheral.

you were the most beautiful girl that stepped foot on campus, he knew it and everyone sure damn well knew it too. it was no doubt that he had such a huge crush on you. the first time you spoke to him nearly made him cream his pants right there in the study hall.

from that moment on he tried so hard to avoid you, but it’s like fate kept pushing him to you. be it work or school, he was always around you. and when you asked him to be roommates with you because rent was too high, he immediately gave you his half of the rent.

even though you two got closer, he couldn’t help but be still so shy around you. he was in love with you and you knew it too. walking around in your panties and a small shirt that made nipples stand at attention, just to tease him only made it harder for him to not want to feel your soft gummy walls.

choso didn’t care about watching the movie anymore, so he pulled out his phone and turned the volume down; scrolling on instagram to look at your page. he could look at you for hours and if he’d brush up on his art skills, his whole sketch pad would be filled with you.

you glanced over at him, blushing as you caught a glimpse of the video he watched of you. he quickly double tapped it before moving onto the next one. you turned to look at him, he was shirtless—his abs chiseled and defined. and then you took in his features. the sharpness of his jawline, the way the bags underneath his eyes brung them out and his hair that’s usually pulled into two high ponies, sat low on on his shoulders. oh how you imagine tugging on it as he sucked on your pussy like it—.

you whipped your head around towards the television, hearing loud moans and skin slapping coming from it. you had no idea that there was going to be a sex scene, a long and raunchy one at that. your eyes were glued to the screen and you only moved to place your empty glass on the table next to you.

choso had to put his phone down and when he heard the lewd noises coming from the the screen, he couldn’t look away and he couldn’t look at you either. imagining that him and you were on the screen instead, had him rock hard in his pants and he had to grab one of the couch’s pillows to hide his boner from you.

neither of you said anything, not able to look away—your minds clouded with lewd images. choso slipped one of his hands underneath the pillow and into his sweatpants, stroking his boner—the stiffness and the hardness caused him to stifle a moan. precum leaked from his thick mushroom tip the more he slowly rubbed himself to the thought of you cumming around his cock.

hearing soft moans and whimpers on the side of the couch, he turned his tired eyes towards you—blushing when he saw you clutching your boob and your thighs pressing and rubbing together. he couldn’t believe the sight, you were doing that right next to him? he couldn’t stop looking as you pinched your nipple through your t-shirt, your mouth turned in a slight frown—too aroused from watching gojo fuck the woman in the movie.

and when you finally lock eyes with him and softly moan his name, his cock nearly ripped out his pants. “please, choso~,” your voice low—a soft moan following behind. his nervousness left his body the moment he leaned up and hover over you, laying back on the couch—spreading your legs for him. he took a good look at your body, your nipples standing at attention and the wet stain on your panties made it damn near impossible for him to not cum right on the fabric.

his rough hands traced your inner thigh, sending flutters to your pussy. you grabbed his hand, making him pull your panties to the side—unable to bare the overwhelming sensation. “please touch me~” you begged and he leaned down to kiss you for the first time, his lips soft against yours. his hand rubbed up and down against your folds, covering them in your slick—causing you to whimper in between the kiss.

he back away from your addictive lips, leaning down to be eye level with your dripping cunt; his tongue meeting your clit. you gasped and clutched the side of the couch, his tongue swirling and sucking on your sensitive bud. choso had been dreaming about this moment; tasting you, slurping up your fluids to satisfy his thirst. this felt all too surreal for him, but he wasn’t going to stop. not now, not ever.

the more he tongue fucked you the more you desired to cum all over his pretty face. and when he finally pushed in his middle and ring finger, those soft moans of yours became louder; drowning out from what was still playing on the television. you manicure now tangled in his deep brown locks, pushing his head further into your slick; grinding on his face—building up your orgasm.

“you taste so good” his words vibrated against your cunt, causing your back to arch off the bed. it felt so good, you were so so close and he could feel it too. his pace quickened, dipping in and out of your walls with precision. your toes curled and the grip on his hair got tighter as you came right there on his tongue. moaning his name as you ride out your orgasm, while grinding sloppily against his face.

he still pumped his fingers inside of you and didn’t detach himself from your sensitive clit either, working on another orgasm out of you. this one more intense than the last. “oh my fuck! ch-choso~” a stream of clear fluid splashed out and onto his face, catching you both by surprise. he had made you squirt, lapping up the sweet liquid that dripped down his face. you had never squirted before, none of your exes could ever pleasure you that good.

leaning down to kiss you again, you happily accepted his tongue inside your mouth—tasting yourself. gasping when you felt something hard poke you, you pulled away and looked down to see his cock standing up through his sweatpants. ‘there’s no way…’ you knew he wasn’t going to fit inside of you either, but damn were you going to try your hardest.

a smirk etched on your face as you began to grind against his clothed cock, earning a low gasp from him. his eyes planted down on your pussy teasing his cock, your slick mixing with his precum had created a huge stain on his pants. the friction earned a moan from both of your lips, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your bodies.

“can i….please..?” he asked, his tone coming off more as a beg—his dark purple eyes connecting to yours while he pushed himself more onto your pussy. you nod and quickly slid your soaked panties off, throwing them to the far end of your living room, while he did the same with his sweatpants.

‘oh my fu—so big~’ you thought, eyes widening at the sight of his cock. it was so pretty too, couldn’t stop yourself from staring at it. his tip was so pink and had so much pre-cum pooling out of it and from his tip to base he had vein running from it and he was neatly trimmed. you could feel yourself getting even more wetter the more you stared at it, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

getting closer to you again, his angled his cock at your little entrance before he paused and looked at you. “do we need cond—shit, y/n~” he moaned breathlessly as you pushed yourself down onto his girth, answering his question before he could even get it out. “i want to feel all of you cho~,” a whimper leaving your mouth as he began to fill you up.

he thumbed your clit and held your other leg up, easing the pressure as he pushed in you. when all of him was finally inside, he didn’t move and allowed you to get used to his size. the feeling of you clenching around him made him slowly move his hips, stroking in and out of your tight little cunt.

he was so so so fat—he was stretching you out with each stroke with his tip brushing over your spot, clit throbbing as a result. oh you knew you made the right decision when you asked him to be your roommate. choso moved slow, but hit all of the right spots—not wanting to hurt you. “choso, you could be rough with me….i can take it,~” he looked at you wide eyes, hesitant to do anything further until you gave your nod of approval.

all the air was sucked from your lungs when he slammed his hips into yours, his tip making out with your cervix. this is exactly what you wanted, to be fucked like a whore. he grabbed you by the hair, making you watch as he begun to tear your pussy in half, stretching you completely. “look at how good you’re fucking taking me. cunt’s so fucking wet.”

nothing played on the tv, but all that was on your mind was cumming for you roommate and have your belly full of his cum. balls slapping your cunt hard, cream coating his dick with each stroke and his hands now at your throat, fucking you so hard into the soft burgandy couch cushions.

“you love this shit, don’t you? mhm—I knew you were a slut, teasing me with those little ass panties. fuck, gonna let me breed this cunt?” his hand was still wrapped around your throat, only allowing you to nod. he strokes became faster and harder, your little cunt would be sore the next day. he let out a loud groan, his load panting your walls in long thick ropes.

he knew you were going to cum that way you were squeezing and milking his cock as he came. “hold it. don’t cum, yet” you whined as he pulled out of you, halting your orgasm. He sat back on the couch and pulled you on top of him, entering you with ease and pushing your head down as he proceeded to pound the shit out of you.

choso jackhammered you like his life depended on it, grunting in your ear while you moaned softly into his. the sounds of your slick made it harder for him to not bust inside of you again, not before he made you cum again. “daddy, please don’t stop—pound me harder!” hearing the name you called him made his dick twitch, he held your waist and slapped your ass as he pounded you harder.

you couldn’t hold it anymore. his cock became drenched when you squirted, wetting up the couch cushions underneath you. pulling you off of him in a swift motion, he got up and began jerking himself off in front of your face—spurting out thick white loads, covering your pretty face completely.

a wave of nervousness fell over him again and he quickly began apologizing for cumming too much on your face, but when he saw your finger glide on your face and dip into your mouth; he calmed down. a smirk etched into your face as you continued to lick the load off your face.

“mhm, we need to do more movie nights. especially if it’s going to end like this~”

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planeteroticaaa · 2 months

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ON THE WAY — DRABBLE COLLECTION

"I'M ON MY WAY, I'M COMIN."

A collection of choso drabbles with the “bestfriend’s older brother” trope!

"I BEEN ALONE ALL NIGHT, I GOT YOU ON MY MIND."

HEY! Before you start reading, the following contains: STRAIGHT SMUT, choso playing different sports, various scenerios, threesomes, semi-public sex, MOSTLY dom choso, orgasm control, breath play, spanking, BDSM, marking, degration & praise, dacryphilia(?), VARIOUS PET NAMES, hints of both lesbian & straight sex, rouch & soft sex, “making movies”, AND MANY MORE (of course, nothing too crazy though)💋!

DISCLAMERS: None of these drabbles create a story line! It’s just me playing around with different ideas with Choso which will explain why at one point he could be a football player and the next an artist or something. Everything in this m.list is strictly smut/suggestive unless I mark something otherwise!

TAGS LIST!: Want to know each time erotica posts for this collection? Submit your tumblr username here!

1. ON THE WAY (THE PROLOGUE)

2. MOVIE NIGHT

3. in construction. . .

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mymegumi · 4 months

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SHOULD BE ME, GIRL ෆ KAMO CHOSO

⠀ word count: 0.9k ⠀ warnings: DARK CONTENT!—stepbrother!choso ⠀ (stepcest), afab!reader, masturbation, unknowing ⠀ voyeurism, choso listens in on stepsis!reader having sex, ⠀ choso fantasizes abt reader, protective!choso, reader says ⠀ daddy, choso calls you babygirl in his head ⠀ note: @doobea welcome to my mind may u enjoy this as ⠀ much as u can hehe

sometimes, oftentimes, choso has to wonder if sharing a wall with his stepsister is a curse or a blessing.

a curse—he can hear you crying over your boyfriend missing your birthday, the loud music trying to drown out the sounds of your crying whenever he dumps you, or the constant arguing on the phone whenever the two of you end up back together a few days after he’d left you. the guy wasn’t good for you, and despite being not blood-related for the last half a year or so, choso felt as if he was intruding. had it been itadori or any of his other friends or family having any sort of bad relationship, he wouldn’t have had a second thought for saying that they deserved better.

with you, however, everything is and remains to be different with you.

choso feels… mildly guilty about his less than innocent feelings for you. it’s not his fault that your father had fallen for his mother and the two had gotten married, nor was it his fault that he found his stepsister to be the most alluring being on the earth. everything about you had been exactly as if he’d dreamed it himself, but he had to make do with the fact that he, by law, couldn’t have you.

the walls on the house are thin, and it’s times like these that he considers sharing a wall with you a blessing.

‘oh—! oh—!’ you moan, your voice carrying across the drywall separating yours and choso’s rooms. ‘please, i love feeling your cock in me!’

pressing the palm of his hand into his cock he groans so softly, so strained, that it feels desperate even to him. to imagine feeling what the soft, silkiness of your pussy clamp around his cock—he shudders at the mere thought of it.

choso is practically humping his own hand, desperate to feel any sort of friction on his cock as he can feel his moans leaving his mouth, but he’s trying to be good, to be quiet. grabbing the hem of his shirt, he pulls it up to his mouth and clenches down on it, pressing an ear against the drywall to get a better listen in on you and your boyfriend.

‘fuck me,’ you swear loudly, well aware of the fact that you and your partner were supposed to be alone in the house, ‘you love when i ride your dick like this, baby?’

his eyes slide closed as he worms his hand into his briefs, cock straining against the material and it’s sweet relief when his hand wraps around the base of his cock. he’s hard—he’s been listening to the two of you fucking for about twenty minutes already—and just the image of you, riding his cock with your breasts on full display before him, makes his dick grow just a little bit larger.

behind his eyelids, he imagines you with your hands sliding on your waist, your thighs gripping his hips as you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. he watches as his hands slide from your knees, to your thighs, fingers gripping your thighs and his hand uncontrollably grips his dick just a bit tighter. tightening his legs, he lets his shorts drop to the ground with his underwear. he squeezes gently when his hand reaches the tip, but lets it glide down his shaft smoothly and the sensation leaves goosebumps along his spine.

‘d-daddy!’ you whimper, ‘can i come?’

of course you can, babygirl. he thinks to himself, eyes opening as he watches sweat from his exertion trickle down his abdomen, disappearing in the line of his dark pubes. but only for me.

he hates to think it, but it doesn’t matter who you were riding—the only man who could please you, who knew you inside and out, was choso. your boyfriend would fuck you, but he knew that you’d never experience a true orgasm unless it was by his hand—by his cock.

he just wanted to protect you. your boyfriend was bad news, sleeping with other girls and probably calling you all sorts of names to his friends when you weren’t around. choso wouldn’t ever treat you like that, he’d treat you like the princess you were. choso would treat you like a goddess.

with a burning desire to protect you, to keep you safe from other men’s carnal instincts and unearthly desires, his hand begins to speed up, his grip tightening ever so slightly to, hopefully, send him over the edge. with his teeth bearing down on his shirt stuffed in his mouth, shorts pooled at his ankles and hand rubbing vigorously on his cock, choso listens to you ride your boyfriend in the other room.

he listens to you get yourself off, straining to hear every whimper and moan coming out of your mouth and imagines that it’s his cock you’re riding, that he’s the one eliciting those sounds. when he hears your soft, desperate admission that you were about to come, he feels his own heart stutter.

choso gasps, shirt dropping from his mouth as he lets his come splatter against his side of your shared wall, wishing he could’ve been coming inside of your squidgy pussy, instead. he stands still for a moment, head rested against the wall as he lets his heart rate calm down, his breathing return to normal before he begins to make himself presentable again.

this isn’t the first time he’s come to the thought or the sound of you. it is the first time you send him a knowing smile and wink in the living room a mere ten or so minutes later, which sends a zing straight to his dick.

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nanamisdickrider · 4 months

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Twisted Pleasure

✧⁠*⁠。18+ ✧⁠*⁠。Choso Kamo x reader ✧⁠*⁠。note ≠ this idea was stuck inside my head for ages !! but idk if someone already did something like this, but anyways, enjoy!

"Hello? Baby I'm outside, wanna go for a ride?" "You're outside? But my parent'—' "come out love, it won't be for too long, promise."

You got up from your bed and walked towards the window, you looked out and saw choso sitting on his bike, with his hands resting on his thighs, Goddamnit! He just had to wear those black sweats with that tight compression shirt and a fur jacket...he looked so...good.. you were unknowingly rubbing your thighs together but you stopped when choso raised his arms to signal to you to come down.

You slowly tip-toed your way downstairs and used the spare key you had to open the door, it's not that your parents would get mad because of you going out this late at night because you were out till 4am at times, but you didn't want to wake them up.

"Finally" Choso said when you closed the door behind you after stepping outside. "You missed me that much?" "Always."

"sit infront of me, that way I can be closer to you." "you'll have some troubles driving then, because I might block the view!" "we'll see, love."

Choso helped you wear the helmet he got for you, it's a lavender coloured helmet with his name written on the sides, it's like his own helmet but the colour's black and your name was also written on it's sides. You smiled when he put on his own helmet, his eyes were looking so beautiful, you just want to see them rolled bac—

"grab on my arms and sit tight okay?" You nodded and watched him get on the bike, leaning back to give you the space. The way his shirt was slowly rolling up and revealing his happy trail and mini scars on his v-line. You felt yourself get wetter and wetter.

You carefully got on the bike and adjusted to your comfort, not knowing that you were rubbing on choso's dick. "Mmmfffp—!" "You okay there choso?"

You were doing it intentionally but he doesn't have to know that♡

Choso rolled his body on you accidentally to adjust himself, and right on that time you lifted your hips up, his half-hard dick rubbing on your wet slit was just enough to get him boner. "Y/n... you're doing t-this on purpose huh..?" He was whimpering in your ear now, and you enjoyed every moment of it. Your hand went back to touch his abs, and slowly go down on his bulge and rub it with your manicured nails. “Haah...Uugh.. Aaah...”

"go on Choso, let's go somewhere far yeah?" Choso started his bike and you removed your hands from his lower body. Having something better up your sleeve<3

It was going just fine for 15 minutes until you guys entered an empty street, the only light was the moon and the small lights. Your hands found their way to his sweats but this time you pulled down his pants and freed his dick, his tip was so wet cause of the precum, your fingers stroked it up and down and you heard choso gasp, he didn't say anything but let out his slutty moans. He stopped the bike for awhile to collect himself and you took that as chance to roll down your shorts just enough for his dick to get inside your warm walls.

"Y-Y/n wait! A-aah—FUCK!" he cussed out when you slid him inside and his cock stretched you so good, you had to clench down on him. "Y/n...ple–ase..." Choso begged for you to continue "Not yet baby, start your bike."

Choso looked at you with wide eyes, surely he didn't think you're as innocent and naive as you look right?

He slowly and carefully leaned forward to start his bike again but of course you would roll your hips on his sensitive cock and make it harder for him. "W-why can't we fuck and then go back—Aagh!..to your p-place..?" "Won't you listen to me Choso?" You looked back at him and Choso knew that look, you will overstimulate him when you go back to your place. He obediently started the bike and moved at a medium pace. There was a bumpy road ahead and Choso was scared for his life whereas you were grinning. As soon as the bike landed down on the bumpy road, rocks were coming down the tires, you automatically started jumping up and down on choso's dick. "AagH~! Y/n! Please baby pleas—Aah Shit!"

Your moans made him arch his back and accidentally push his dick deeper into you which made you moan out loudly, he quickly wrapped his palm around your mouth to muffle your moans. Choso stopped the bike and bended you over "I'm sorry y/n..but I r-really can't take it anymore!!" Poor little boy got tired of your games and just couldn't take it anymore!

Choso pushed his cock in and out of your gummy walls, his one hand was over your mouth to cover any moans and his other free hand went up your shirt and groped your tits. Squeezing your nipples between his middle and ring finger. You rolled your eyes back meanwhile Choso was drooling. "I'm sososo close! Please let me breed you right here and now!!" He kept on chanting your name. Choso was begging for you to let him push his seeds deep inside you and fill your womb with his warm cum:(

After a few more of his hard and deep thrusts, he came inside you, his whole body shaking along with yours. He leaned down and pressed his chest against your back. He was breathing heavily.

Choso pulled himself out of you and leaned back to watch his cum slowly drip out of you. He scooped it up with his middle finger and shoved it back inside you, making you shiver. Choso then slowly pulled you back up and took off your helmet to look at your pretty face. He took off his own helmet after that and you turned around to see his cheeks rosy pink and eyes half opened, he was still catching his breath.

"Just because I enjoyed this doesn't mean you won't get your punishment when we get back to my place baby"

Choso whimpered when you said that. Your boyfriend is such a pervert ♡

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kiwicopia · 7 months

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🔞 Choso Kamo Masterlist 🔞

Key

🍑 = female reader

🍆 = male reader

🍓 = gender neutral reader

⚠️ = spoilers

🎂 = birthday special

🔅 = fluff

✳️ = angst

💠 = smut/suggestive

🩸 = blood & gore

🔪 = yandere

Heaven & Back (blurb) 🍑💠

Gods & Monsters (blurb) 🍆💠🩸

♥️ Irregular posts | Likes & reblogs ♥️

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aveegrex · 2 years

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VIRGIN MARY MADE ME SIN, FED ME MILK AND BRUISED ME PLENTY

Brother Choso, oh, how come an infernal broke your faith so easily? this is part 2, here is part 1

genre: smut pairing: succubus! reader x monk! choso word count: 2,3k cw: sacrilege, sin, corruption kink, heavy religious kink, heavy religious imagery (tainted and unholy), food play, dom/sub dynamics (although fluid), teasing, mocking, oral (f!receiving), impact play, vaginal penetration (f!receiving), nipple sucking, too many biblical allusions, dry-humping, exhibitionism (i think?), masturbation, hints at choso's religious demise, cumming inside, unprotected sex, biting, scratching (the good stuff)

author's note: as stated in the description to the 1st part, it's a piece dedicated to @jin-supremacy01.

Choso lunges forward, unstoppable and unthinking. Pupils dilated, a deep growl rumbling from within him, he pushes you on your back, pinning your flushed body down. “Whore” he hisses, chest heaving under the sweat-soaked robe. “Dirty fiend, how dare you-”

But instead of finishing his sentence, he finishes his innocence, lustful mouth latching onto your hardened nipple, calloused hands groping your flesh shamelessly. He’s starving, a deranged beast finally sinking its fangs into succulent flesh.

Finally, he’s broken. He’s broken out of his own psyche’s confinement, forgoing all prayers, all psalms and sermons he’s been fed for years. Those never really satisfied him, truth be told. Not like you do now, hot mellow body so responsive to his touch, so sensitive to the drag of his teeth. He’s slurping the milk off your chest, lips digging into your collarbones, his persistent digits traveling down to hoist the apron up and spread your plump thighs apart.

His whole body’s burning, blood thumping in his temples, stifling all thoughts he might have had before. Now he feasts, drawing more moans out of you with his slender fingers tweaking your nipple as if it could supply him with more milk.

“Damned slut” he curses, parting from you to throw off his clothing. “That’s how you wanted it, huh? That’s how you wanted me?”

He towers over you, and your eyes blow wide at his frame. He’s perfect, marble skin carved to athletic ideals, dark maroon nipples hard of chilly air. Pale like a morning sky, he’d be a muse of thousands in the artistic realm, dark damp locks framing his sculpted face and bringing out the sharp features. What a waste, you think to yourself, ogling at Choso’s godlike physique and demonic glimmer in his raging eyes. What a waste to keep such beauty hidden in this prudent prison, away from pleasures it could give and get to many.

A sharp slap to your thigh pulls you to reality, and you notice his hand gripping your flesh. “You spoiled me, imp” he whispers, a cold blazing gaze making you squirm in anticipation. “Now you’re gonna pay”.

Just a little longer, you’ll give him just a bit more to satiate his power hunger. You’ve got enough time to show him how it really is, but for now he can indulge a bit longer into the illusion. You’ve teased him enough, and he deserved his fix of control.

“Silent now?” another harsh slap stings your thigh and you gasp, batting your lashes in faux shyness. “Fine by me”.

And Choso dives between your thighs, hungry mouth latching to your folds, hot tongue lapping at your excessive slick. He groans at the taste, his eyes rolling before screwing shut. He’s strong, muscles bulging as he squeezes your waist to pull you closer.

Lewd slurping sounds fill the cell, and you dig your nails into his soft hair, tugging on his strands to lock him in place and feed him what he’s been craving since last night. He’s inexperienced, but his dedication repents for it, tongue slivering right over your clit at unyielding pace.

Your whole body buzzes, and Choso’s intoxicating, hazing your mind with how eager he is to satiate his appetite. Your cunt flutters at his ministrations, the feel of virgin lips enveloping your core boiling you in need. He’s not your first, far from it, but this moment, this second when they yield to their desires is always as good as new, sending you to an infernal thrill.

“Brother Choso, oh-” your sighs only rile him up further and your head falls back in bliss. You feel your might replenishing, force growing tenfold as he sucks on your clit, making your thighs clamp tighter around his head. That’s your fix, right there. Religious prude as pretty as Narcissus himself, so prideful in his humility before now losing every part of himself for your mere taste.

“Oh, god!” escapes your lips as his tongue does a particularly delightful flick, and you grip his hair tighter, fucking his face, smearing your essence all over his cheeks.

Choso pulls away, his chin dripping with your arousal, a drunken heinous sight lingering on your features. “Don’t you foul creature dare” he spits, seething. “Don’t you dare pronounce God’s name or-”

“Or what?” you sit up, thighs parted shamelessly before his face, bare doused cunt making him salivate. Your nails dig into his scalp to delicious pain, and you tug on his locks, tilting his head up. “What, monk?” you lace his occupation with disdain, a vicious sneer tugging at your lips. “You’re gonna pray me away? Cross me out? Splash some holy water down my tits to make me flee?”

He trembles, jaw clenched, eyes shooting daggers your way. “I’ve seen you try, and all for nothing, wasn’t it?”

His face blooms in burgundy, hands easing their grip on your body, and he slouches, seconds away from defeat. Time for the last nail to go in.

“Or would you just fuck me harder, huh?” you part your thighs wider, bucking hips up in sinful sway. “Ram that dick inside so madly your little abbot would think someone’s applauding his pathetic sermons?”

Hatred burns through him with your every word, but he’s still so close to your core, to that inebriating cunt that’s driving him more insane with every passing second. Cotton rustles as you move closer, pecking his lips with your lower ones. “Would you slurp me up so hard I’d wish to stay in your mouth forever? Is that so?” you coo, head tilted mockingly. “That would only make me call for your Lord more, you know?”

“You heinous bit-”

“Do it” he stills at that, clenched fists coming undone. “Fuck me like you wished to all these nights and days, brother. Make me scream His name in vain, and join me in that fault”.

Choso’s dick twitches, granite hard and neglected since he’s opened the damn door. But it’s not your proposition it’s responding to, no. It’s the tone. It’s the command you have now over him, the one he’d never felt before but searched for so eagerly in Christ. It’s this supernatural diktat that has him melting under your touch and gaze, giving him purpose that he so uselessly craved in church.

He shifts in his place on the floor, crouched and small under your firm hand. Only now he realizes how naked he is, how his bruised knees ache against the hardwood surface. He’s shy now, something different from his prior aggression sparkling to life. Wide eyes brimming with tears, he looks up at you with a silent plea, and you know at this moment how fake he was when praying to his God.

A hand lands on his chin, released hair falling down to the marked up shoulders. You urge him closer, leaning to his face to plant a slow attentive kiss to his raw lips. Choso shudders, obedient moans eaten up by you, and you cup his cheeks, pulling him on the bed.

“Lay down, my dear” your whisper pins him to the sheets, so gentle and loving it almost makes him cry. “Just like that, breathe out. Watch me”

He’s responsive, parted lips fanned over with hot shallow breaths. Choso complies, eyes trained on your soft smile as you straddle him, the apron stained and crinkled, your full breasts glistening with his spit. He exhales sharply as your bare folds brush along his length, slow and chary, introducing him to something sweeter, something bigger than what he’s had in mind before.

Swaying your thighs again, you let out a sinful exhale, clit buzzing as his tip brushes against it with just the right pressure.

“Hold my hand, okay?” you interlace your fingers with his, and it’s borderline painful how gentle you are to him. His eyes roll back, a grip around your palm tightening as he feels you sink down his dick, wet heat enveloping him tightly.

“Very well, so good” your words crawl under his skin, eating away at his lovelorn heart. The air is warmer now, welcoming and soft, and Choso feels his tears trickle down his face, mixing with the remnants of your slick. The sky is crying with him, soft undemanding rain tapping at thin glass, and he gasps as candles light up on their own with the snap of your wrist.

A breath sticks to his throat, his eyes blowing wide in awe - you’re glowing. The lights behind you grace your hair with a halo, and Choso deems himself delirious, rock hard cock buried inside a holy apparition’s cunt, this time though he’s not so sure if you’ve come up or down.

Your free hand creeps up to his face, two digits under his chin urging him up, and he complies to your nurture. “You’ve missed some earlier, my dear” you muse, eyes darting down to a few droplets of milk drying up beside your nipple. “Go on, it shouldn’t go to waste”

He nods shyly, eyes trained on your breasts, and his head spins, lips wrapping up around your hardened bud. The slow rhythm of your hips, the heavenly grip of your tight walls around his length, and your soft flesh sitting so comfortably in his mouth, Choso’s delirious of it all, mind going blank at the religious ecstasy.

You rise and fall atop of him, plush thighs splaying on his own taut ones. The drag of him along your walls fogs your mind, entrancing you with carnal buzz it shoots across your core.

No prayer has ever had him whining in such bliss, no sermon has ever come across so cathartic, at no confession has he ever been so vulnerable as now with you, a lustful demon fucking him this well.

Your hips drop harder down his length and he moans, suckling on your tits, fingers digging into the softness of your ass. Your hand cups his head, luring him closer into you, and he feels his tears smearing across your ribs, his short huffs in sync with your pace.

“Choso, ah-” you cry as his cock brushes against the sensitive spot inside you. The crave for more churning in your stomach, you pick up the pace, squelching sounds filling up his cell. Up and down, up and down, faster, rougher, you fuck yourself on him, bathing in his moans and cries, muffled by your swelling tit.

Your hand lands behind you on his lower thigh for leverage and he mewls, dick twitching inside you. Head tilted back in wonder, you try to understand the reason, and…

Oh...

He’s broken like that, huh?

Bewitched, you graze his bruise again, and his grip on your ass tightens, hips bucking up to meet your halfway. “M-more” vibrates against your nipple, his lips traveling up to your neck. “Please, ag-again, more…”

And you do, fingers digging into his wounds, your pace now fast and rough against him. He’s crying, calloused hands holding you in iron grip, loud wanton moans sending jolts of electricity right to your clit.

“G-god, god, ah-... GOD!” deep desperate wails echoing through the cell, threatening to warn the rest of brethren about their kin’s demise. Your own throat hurts, gasps and whines scratchy and painful, yet falling uncontrollably as you hammer him into the mattress, bruising his legs further.

“God, Choso-” he thrusts up into you and you crash your lips against his, inhuman lust clouding your mind. Quicker, quicker, you practically hump him, bed creaking and scratching the floor of sheer intensity. It’s carnal, deranged, your teeth digging into his lips, tongues swirling against one another, the familiar but much bigger knot tightening inside you.

Choso’s going feral, all remnants of prudence lying long forgotten with his pathetic clothes on a cold floor as you to fuck one another in craze, sweating bodies clinging to each other in heist for bliss.

“Like that, like that, please ah-, like that, god, God, oh, yo-” his daze is clear on his face, strands clinging to the damp forehead, long black hair messy from your ministrations. You’re not much better yourself, the unrelenting pace aching through your body but the upcoming ecstasy wipes it out, having you bounce atop of him like a deranged whore.

Choso grips you waist tighter, falling to his back, heels digging into the sheets, and the angle makes you lose it, humping him primally with your tits in his face, whining and crying of how good it all feels.

“Ruined me, f-fuck…” he’s crying, open mouth gliding over your neck and shoulders, lips and tongue latching on whatever he can catch. His pace is brutal, and you both drown in overwhelming lust, pushing each other further into lustful pleasure.

“Ruined me, foul, ah- ” sweet moans drip from his lips for you to catch, your core spasming with nearing climax as you slot your lips together, slurping whatever foolish babble he’s about to mutter.

He’s frantic, chanting God’s name for his sin is now sealed, and you scream, the knot unraveling inside, orgasm shuddering your body. You clamp so tight he follows suit, unending ropes of cum shooting inside you, his limbs spasming tight before the final release.

“Oh, God…” the name gurgles in his throat, body now splayed under yours starlike. You fall atop of him, shaky hands clutching on his shoulders, your hollow cunt twitching to release the copious seed he’s planted in.

“Amen” a soft kiss to his pec, you whisper, eyelids heavy as you both bathe in each other and post-orgasmic haze.

“Amen” he echoes, his large hand pulling you closer into him, nose digging into your hair.

“Don’t dissipate when I wake up… please” your dozy mind slow to register his mumbling. “I have yet years of innocence to blow away with you, demon”.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, wish everyone to sin so sweetly in the upcoming month of infernalia

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bajisbbg · 4 months

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i fear choso is next yall 😞

#jjk #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk choso #choso kamo #choso #jjk choso kamo #jjk kamo choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen choso kamo

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yourdarlingness · 4 months

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　Is There Someone Else?　—　by The Weeknd

﹢　Day 6 of @ebiuxxxx event　◞◞ 　a song that reminds me of my f/o

#✦　——　@yourdarlingness .#『 🍷 』 ◞◟　with blood & tears #can anyone tell i just used choso for the dividers?#spotify #song #jjk #choso kamo #choso #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen choso kamo #the weeknd

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d1ckensc1der · 2 months

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credits : satoruvfx on tiktok

#choso my beloved #evanescence #jjk choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen choso kamo #choso kamo #emo choso #i need him

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nanivinsmoke · 18 days

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Slut For You

a part two to rated-r, hope you all enjoy!

needy!Choso x fem!Reader

summary : two weeks without you will make a sane man lose his mind.

warnings and tags : masturbation, toys (m!only) a glimpse of dom!reader and sub!choso, reverse cowgirl, missionary, rough sex, creampie, cum on body, degradation, multiple orgasms and much more~.

it had been two weeks since the last time the two of you fucked, yet it felt like eternity to the lonely emo boy. he wanted so desperately to be inside you again. to have you cum on his cock over and over until you couldn’t. but, you weren’t much to his dissatisfaction.

you were away for the first half of spring break. back in your hometown visiting friends and family. leaving poor choso all alone, with his mind clouded with thoughts about you. he tried to keep himself busy for the most part, he picked up extra shifts at the job, visited his younger brother yuuji and he even cleaned the apartment. but, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you:

you only texted him a few times during your trip, but only because he texted you first and after that, you stopped responding. maybe you just wanted sex from him and he was okay with that…nah he wanted you all to himself, he had to be with you.

he thought about you every second, he wondered what you were up to. the thought of you being with another male was slowly starting to consume him. that is until he got a notification from instagram. you had finally posted on your close friends. he scrolled through the videos of you at the club last night, before getting to the new one—his eyes widened at what was displayed in front of him.

you were shaking ass, with your dress rising up each time only to be pulled down by one of your friends. but, there was really no use because each time you twerked, your black thong and your thick cheeks were in view of the camera. he sat back on his bed and rewatched the video multiple times, a tent rising in his pants as he studied the video. then the next one played and he immediately brought his laptop out, so he could watch it from there.

in this video, you were grinding against your friend, your dress rising up again but this time nobody bothered to pull it down. your ass looked amazing underneath the brown light of your club’s section, it was sexy. he couldn’t stop watching it, he could see the ripples in your ass each time you friend’s hips collided against it. choso couldn’t help the growing arousal within him as he sat back and watched, rubbing his erection in his sweatpants.

as the video replayed over and over, he was getting weaker and weaker—trying to fight the urge to pull his hard cock out and get himself off to your video—until he couldn’t fight it anymore. he freed his erection from his pants, his angry red tip was coated in his pearlescent slick that slowly began to run down his shaft.

he immediately palmed his aching tip, moaning at the sensation. he fisted his cock in a fast, rhythmic motion; keeping his eyes onto you in that tight ass green dress. the more he stroked himself the hornier he got and he no longer needed the video. he closed his eyes and began to think about you replacing his hand with yours. your small hand coated in his sticky fluid, ogling at the sight of his cock. how’d you coo and moan his name, getting horny as you fisted him.

he’d then imagined you taking him whole into your mouth, pushing him so deep, hitting the back of your throat—causing your eyes to water. your head would begin to bob, spit mixed with his precum dripping from the sides of your mouth—and he would buck his hips up wanting more.

as his mind ran rampant, an idea popped into his head and he reached into his nightstand and grabbed a toy. it was a realistic pocket pussy and he bought it a while ago, he never used it, until now. he reached behind him and grabbed some lube, pouring the warm liquid into the top half of the silicone toy; before he pushed his tip inside—moaning while grabbing the hips of of it.

he grunted and slammed the toy down repeatedly; getting lost in the sensation along with his thoughts of you. the squelching sound produced by air being pushed out of the toy, along with his oiled cock echoed inside of his room, pushing him closer to an orgasm.

unbeknownst to him, you had just made it back home. you pulled your suitcase behind you and slipped off your shoes, setting down your keys on the kitchen’s island. you were glad to be home, even though you did miss your old friends and family, you had missed your roommate even more.

“cho?” you called out, but got no response. you knew he was here because his favorite shoes were still by the door. so, you walked over to his side of the apartment, where you were able to hear grunts and a lot of squelching. your slowly turned the knob and was shocked to see the sight in front of you. he looked so hot, fucking himself into the toy, his face contorted with pleasure. this is what you were missing and boy were you glad to be home.

as you tipped toed towards him, you were shocked to see your instagram story being played on his laptop. it was incredibly hot to know that you were what he chose to masturbate to, you cool feel yourself getting wet the more you watched him.

feeling a dip in the bed, his eyes shot open and landed on yours, a smirk planted on your face. he could feel his cock throb when you started to rub on his thigh.

“you missed me that bad, hm?” your voice teased him, but he couldn’t help the whimper that left his lips as a response. you smiled and hovered over his cock, watching the silicone toy go up and down on it—before you let out a nice glob of spit down into the hole, covering his mushroom tip. he let out a moan and his pace became faster, and the lewd noise got louder. it was so hot watching how sloppy and sticky everything became, from the squelching noises to his moans—you were so turned on.

you bit your bottom lip at the sight, your right hand laid right on clothed cunt, fingers moving slightly to create some friction—while you got off at the sight. his eyes rolled back in his head and his hips bucked upwards with each stroke into the false pussy.

“cumming—fuck, y/n!” thick white ropes of his cum pooled out and splattered on top of the toy, while his hips continued to pump upwards, until there was nothing left. choso slowly opened his eyes to see your that look on your face. and before he could open his mouth, you grabbed the silicone pussy—hands being covered in his cum— and pushed him deep inside of your mouth.

a loud groan left his lips as you sucked his hard, sensitive dick. you swirled your tongue on his tip, before moving down shaft—coating it with puddles of your saliva, before reaching his slightly heavy balls; taking them into your mouth as well. he couldn’t believe it, the way you were sucking him—especially after he just came— was like heaven and he could feel himself coming again. that is until you pulled him out of your mouth.

“need you….inside me~” you breathed, licking your lips before unbuttoning your little shorts; taking them off to only leave you in your little black thong. it was similar to the one you had in your video. his dick throbbed and got harder, it was like his fantasy had came true.

turning around so your ass was facing him, you pulled the small string of fabric to the side and grabbed his sticky cock, slapping it against your slick drenched cunt. pushing him inside, your tight gummy walls immediately constricted around him, earning a small moan from him. wasting no time, you grind’d against him, before using your hips to ride him; ass colliding with his pelvis each time.

the echoing sound of your ass clapping was like music to his ears and he was trying so hard not to lose it. you were way better than any toy. the way you gripped him so tightly, was a sensation he’d never want to forget. it was so addictive. not to mention the way your cunt gushed each time you brought yourself down onto him, only to be hidden by your ass; was far more greater than any magic trick.

“please baby, i want all of it inside of me. please~” your pleads where above a whisper, but he was able to hear the sexy request. the way your cunt squeezed his cock as you orgasmed, immediately caused him to shoot inside of you—painting your walls white.

as you pulled him out of you and a rope of cum followed, a switch flipped off inside of him and he pulled you by your legs—flipping you onto your back. choso pushed your legs back, pressing them deep into your chest, before he pushed himself inside; slamming his hips into yours, filling your sensitive cunt with all of his eight inches.

surprised, you opened your mouth to speak—only for nothing to come out. the way he pounded your like he wanted to break you, was more than a turn on. it was ecstasy. you had no choice but to hold onto your legs and lay there, taking his strokes, cunt full of his angry cock.

“you like fucking teasing me? posting that video, just so i could see it? so i could get off to you?” he grunted, slamming deeper into you each stroke, earning a yelp from your plump lips. you said nothing while your eyes rolled back into your head, your puffy clit throbbing from the overwhelming pleasure, causing you to squirt against him.

his grip on your legs became tighter and his strokes where harder, “shit—….mhm— you love getting fucked like this? being fucked stupid and have daddy breed this cunt?” each time you pushed him out as the clear fluid left your body, he slammed back inside of you harder, like he was punishing you.

“take. all. of. it. slut—.” he leaned down close to your ear, his tip striking your spot and kissing your cervix, making you cum again—with him following behind you. his cum was so filling, it stuffed your belly completely. however, he still had a lot left inside of him. you did leave him pent up for two weeks. he pulled himself out, jerking the rest onto your bare cunt—painting it a nice shade of white—before he collapsed on the side of you,

while the two of you calmed down, the question that remained on his mind, creeped back up on him and he had to ask you. he turned on his side and gently grabbed your face, making you look at him, “y/n….are the two of us….together?”

you found it cute how he became so shy after digging in your guts.

a smile appeared on your face and reached over and stroked his sweat drenched hair, “you’re the only guy who could make me squirt. im not letting you go….ever”

#choso kamo smut #kamo choso #choso smut #choso kamo #choso x female reader #choso x reader #choso x y/n #jjk choso #roommate choso #sequel #choso x you #jujutsu kaisen choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen choso #need him #jjk #jujutus kaisen

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rednoki0 · 2 months

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#myart #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen fanart #choso #choso kamo

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gojonanami · 4 months

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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.

It was him.

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.

Fuck.

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.

“I would,”

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.

Fuck.

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.

But how can you be quiet?

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.

He’s huge.

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.

He was too much.

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern.

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.

“What are you—”

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”

“Mahito—“

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.

“I will,”

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”

“Have another lesson?”

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth runs dry.

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”

You were picking up your boyfriend.

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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❝ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. explicit content, foul language, lots of unrealistic expectations (note. title itself), overstimulation (m+f), dickdrunk!reader, dumbification, usage of toys, squirting, spanking, very light spit play, anal, 69 position, breeding kink, unprotected sex, toji’s kinda mean and choso can’t tell the difference between pussy and an asshole. if i forgot anything else my bad !

serena’s note. BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !!! LIKE A G !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“fuh—fuck, oh shit, hah fuck— ‘ts so fuckin’ good!”

you bounced up and down his cock, surface of your palms pressed at the planes of his chest. you enveloped his length entirely, every single inch, in your pulsating pussy, driving the both of you to madness.

it’d been hours, and for whatever was in the air tonight, you both fucked like wild animals. your thighs burned from over-exhaustion, but you were relentless. you were desperate for another orgasm, the slide up and down his inches effortless due to your juices soaking his thighs and his cum from having nutted inside you multiple times prior.

gojo’s firm hands grabbed at your ass, fingers gripping tightly into your soft flesh, grounding you in position so you wouldn’t run. as if you would anyway, tongue lolled out and drool leaking from your rosy tongue and dribbling down his bottom lip.

“that’s it,” he encourages you, a faint smirk at his lips as he guides you down his length. the fucked out look on your face, your dazed eyes crossing to the centre of your face serves a huge ego boost. “my pretty girl—fuckin’ ride this dick baby, ‘s all yours—mmh,”

the sinful sound of your pussy squelching, folds latching at the tip of his dick before ramming yourself down, the lustful melody of your skin slapping against him in addition to the firm spanks of encouragement on your ass, with your high pitched mewls and squealing sounded like divine music to gojo’s ears.

you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down, went back to bouncing up and down, made circles and figure eight shapes on his length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever felt fit. you were so far past a point of euphoria you weren’t even sure if liquids could come out of you for the rest of the night.

“eyes here princess,” gojo brings a hand to cup your jaw, forcing your head back down to face him. “pretty pussy’s griping me so tight—fuck,”

your sweaty foreheads press together, and you clock that he knew you were on the brink of yet again another orgasm. cerulean orbs peered deeply into yours, his hips jerking up and meeting your bounces, aiming to bring you to that high as quickly as he can.

“sa—satoru!” you find is the only thing that comes up in your mushed out brain, the new angle of the position having his dick puncture your cervix. you felt so fucking full of him, so drunk on the pleasure that you failed to notice the coiling in your stomach snapping.

he squeezes at your ass cheeks as hard as he can, the painful pleasure obliging you to sit and take his ramming. he fucks into you with intensity, each drag of his cock at your walls sending you into a temporary state of immobility. your muscles tense as you feel yourself wash with yet again another white-blinding orgasm.

your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, throat exhausted while nothing yet everything is said. satoru pumps his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for taking him in so well, for having a perfect pussy that’ll surely carry his children, all snug and warm for him.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy—mine, all mine, gonna fuck her full of my nut and have you carrying my babies, yeah? ‘s what you want, isn’t it? atta. fuckin’. girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

“whew, would’ya look at that?” toji whistles, barking out a chuckle as he slows his pace, watching your uncontrollably clenching pussy squirt out your juices like a leaking faucet.

the pressure of your squirting is fucking intense, it has your entire body shaking, thighs quaked and the arch that was once on your back rounded. toji can’t help but laugh as tears stream down your damp cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“daddyyy—fuck!” your nails claw at the damp sheets on the bed, letting your nth orgasm rake throughout your body.

you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room and you whine loudly at the stinging pleasure. you feel two big hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into that curve.

“nah uh doll,” toji tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. he picks his pace back up, never fully bottoming out, though you wouldn’t even notice with how many inches he packed.

“what’d i tell you?” he reminds you, and you’re too fucked out to answer him as you mumble his name over and over, helplessly taking the stretch of his dick at your gaping cunt.

he slaps your ass harshly again and you cry, fingernails scratching and clawing at the silk material beneath you. your scalp soon stings as he grabs a handful and effortlessly brings you upper body up to meet him.

“answer me when i ask you somethin’ baby,” toji frowns, hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, sending chills of nerves down your spine. “basic fuckin’ manners.”

“suh—sorry, ‘m sorry toji!” you apologize feverishly, and moan in satisfaction when his tongue laps up your drool and tears streaking your ruined yet pretty face.

“tsk, should have you do the work yourself,” toji teases you, releasing the deathly grip on your hair, causing your limp body to flop back to the mattress. as if proof to avoid calling his bluff, he releases his hold on you, opting to cross his arms above his head instead.

“n-no! toji, no, please, said i was sorry—‘m so fucking sorry!” you whine and ramble when you feel the lack of contact on your body, and your gaping cunt suddenly emptying.

you slither your hand between your thighs, grabbing at his girthy cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it with ease back into your welcoming warmth. you moan wantonly, clawing at your sheets as you fuck yourself on his dick, pushing yourself back and forth.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he comments with a chuckle, spitting a glob of saliva down to your cunt, watching it dissipate into the creamy pearly veil of your essence around the base of his shaft.

he collects your slick with his thumb, before slipping his fingertip into your puckering hole, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

“trappin’ me inside—shit, want me to fuck you full of my cum, yeah? leave you swollen and leakin’, dontcha, pretty baby?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

“‘s too much ken—no more, hah, no more kento!”

you whined and begged, fists clenching as your muscles tensed, back arching off the mattress and toes curling while digging your heel at his shoulder blades. the sound of buzzing filled your hearing, the toy vibrating against your swollen clit ruthlessly while nanami fucked your cunt open with two thick fingers.

“mmh, safe word princess, or else i can’t hear you.” he reminds you, the words ghosting off his lips and sinking into your supple flesh, his lips trailing soft and gentle kisses at your inner thighs.

here he was, giving you an out, and despite claiming enough was enough, you didn’t want it to end just there. with your senses heightened, both your sight and touch restrained, the pleasure emitting from in between your thighs buzzed blissfully and tenfolds through your nervous system.

you released the clench of your hands and opted to scratch at the wood of the headboard you were tied to, projecting your want to touch your boyfriend through the clawing.

“i can keep—hnng—going!” you tell him, legs closing in on the sides of his head. you hear him tut disapprovingly, and you immediately fault your mistake, forcing your legs back open.

“there’s my good girl,” his honeyed voice rings through your ear drums, and it admittedly has you dripping even more on his fingers that curled at your insides. “just need one more from you—can you do that for me?”

you nod your head, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, “mmh, yes—yes i can kento!” you can feel your blood circulation cutting off at the areas were you’re bind, the shortage of blood messing with your already weak body.

the toy playing at your bundle of nerves is painful, having overstepped the boundary of comfortableness and stepping into a new territory of foreign, and you had failed to notice when nanami added in a third finger. you were sure with how much you came just on his hands alone, his watch was drenched in your juices.

those big fingers fuck you open, knuckles pressing into your spongy walls and triggering all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout you, your stomach tightening into a familiar hot feeling, and you know you’re close again.

“kento, baby i—‘m gonna—fuckkk!” you want to card your fingers through his soft hair, tug and pull and release your pleasure onto his scalp.

“let go for me sweetheart, wanna taste your sweet essence,” nanami swaps the toy for his tongue and flicks at your clit. you feel the dam in your gut release at the sudden warmth exhibiting, and you spray him in pathetic squirts of your juices.

your body trembles as it contracts and gives nanami everything you have left to offer. you squeeze his head in your thighs, moaning wildly as his pace with his fingers never falters, urging you to stay in the state of euphoria a bit longer.

he swaps his tongue out for the toy again, and you wail out a broken cry, body at its limit, still stuck between coming down from your orgasm and greedily wanting another one.

he strokes your slit, collecting all your essence as he licks his lips eagerly.

“good job princess. taste so heavenly, i’ve never had anything like it before. i’ve gotta have another sip, will you let me have another taste, my love?”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

“c’mon, focus sweetheart. do that f’me, yeah?”

you nod your head, mouth too full of dick as you opt to bob up and down. your jaw aches, feeling as though it’s being ripped apart. you force your aching wrist to work up and down geto’s cock, stimulating what you fail to get down your throat.

it would’ve been a simple task for you to focus on, had suguru not been feasting on your pussy like a starved man. he spreads your folds open, tonguing at your insides as if he dug for gold, grabbing both your cheeks in his big hands and spreading you open. he never half assed anything, much less pussy eating.

his skin was soaked in your squirt, orgasms came rolling in and out of you as did the occasional pumps of two fingers into your cunt while he ate you out. you would moan in pleasurable pain, the sounds vibrating on his shaft, which would induce him to moan into you, causing you to moan back on him, the cycle this repeating.

you were greedy—you could complain about how it was too much all you wanted, at the end of the day, you would pause on his cock to grind your hips back and forth on his face, the slip from your slick on his cheeks and nose making the grinding easier.

his nose would bump into your clit and you’d shiver from head to toe, the oversensitivity catching up to you. the free hand at your ass cheek would graze at your puckering hole but never dared to slip inside. all these mixes of stimulations had your eyes crossing, mouth gaping wide which made fucking your throat much easier for geto.

“sweetest cunt i’ve ever had,” he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand to spank at your wet folds, and your arch your back at the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body shook.

the slap at your pussy made flicks of your juices land on his face, and so he landed a few more blows while simultaneously jerking his hips up into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock.

it was all too much— it hurt so good, the strikes at your cunt, his tongue lapping your liquids as he scissored your insides for additional pleasure. how was he expecting you to get him to finish for a second time when he was driving you to the brink of yet again another countless orgasm?

“wanna soak in your juices mama,” he speaks, mouth full of cunt, but you still grasp the message. you subconsciously push your hips back into his face, wanting to abide to his request.

“‘m so fuckin thirsty—don’t you dare be selfish with me. cum in my mouth. be the good girl i know you are and share yourself with me—need it, pretty girl.”

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.

“y’feel so good, fuck—sucking me in, oh shit baby, never wanna stop fucking you! please, need your pussy always!”

he’d finally gotten a feel of sex for the first time, and he was already hooked. his locks matted to his forehead from sweat trickling down his nose and plopping down onto you.

“wait—slow d-down cho’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping and marking the pale skin. you felt your body recoil entirely with each sharp thrust he pounded into your worn out pussy, dragging each and every inch of his length in and out.

your knees were bent at your ears, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, marking the skin red from the brash contact. the springs from your bed resonated loudly in the room, as did the creaking of your headboard, but nothing topped choso’s loud whimpers.

he’s too lost in his own pleasure, he starts to mistaken to stinging and achy feeling in his gut and loins for a sign to keep going, “never wanna stop—shittt, need to fuck this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.”

you’ve given up on convincing him otherwise, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his hips digging into yours, stretching your pussy open to fit him inside. you creamed around his dick, your essence resting at the hairs on his pubic area, giving him easy access to slide in and out of you.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, refusing to let you out of his grip, one arm beneath your back and holding you from there and the other wrapping around your shoulders. you were stuck in his embrace, bodies moulding into one as you were split open by a fucked out first timer.

in his excitement, he slips out and wastes no time to grab his base and shove it back into a warm tightness, failing to acknowledge your sudden gasp. his mind is clouded with sex, and if he didn’t know better, you were suddenly much fucking tighter, and shit that drove him on edge.

your arms tighten behind his back as you adapt to the sudden intrusion from an area you hadn’t yet explored. “cho—baby wait—mmhm, fuck, that’s my—!”

“‘m gonna cum—fuck y/n, tell me you’re close too. shit, need to fill you up with my cum, please!” the man seals his lips onto yours, panting and begging for this next orgasm, shifting all of his body weight into the hole that keeps greedily latching onto him.

your eyes water as they stream tears down your cheeks. it’s a new and painful sensation, but simultaneously a pleasurable one, and your body granted you the opportunity of yet again another orgasm from the different stimulation. “hah—gonna cum!—make me cum, choso!”

you spray yourself all over, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your ass gets rammed into and fucked like a pro. choso groans and whines against your lips, brows furrowed at the centre of his forehead as he empties himself into your warmth.

“fuck yes—take it all baby, ‘s all yours—need you to milk me and take it all in—your pussy’s the best, i swear to everythin’, shit!”

i am SO tired.

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That face he did to jogo! 😏

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aveegrex · 2 years

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VIRGIN MARY MADE ME SIN, FED ME MILK AND BRUISED ME PLENTY

Brother Choso, oh, how come an infernal broke your faith so easily? this is part 1, here is part 2 genre: smut pairing: succubus! reader x monk! choso word count: 1,5k cw: blasphemy, sin, corruption kink, heavy with religious imagery, heavy with fouled religious imagery, fingering (f! receiving), religious guilt, kinda unconsensual wintessing of masturbation (f!), oral play, leg-washing, groping, marking (scratches), praying, manipulation (the way succubi do it), edging, orgasm denial, food play

author's note: this piece goes to @jin-supremacy01 for how kind you were to me and how your sincere compassion helped me move forwarrd. thank you, my friend, for all the sweet things you've said to me. i hope you enjoy reading this just as much as i enjoyed writing it. also, this is my first beta-ed work. although not throughout the whole piece, @mockturtletale helped me immensely with it.

“Brother, are you alright?” a concerned whisper heats Choso’s cheek. He’s been doggedly hiding behind the choir of voices, morning prayer neglected by his sleep-deprived consciousness. Well, not exactly sleep-deprived. No, he’s been getting enough sleep, maybe even too much lately. It’s the normality of sleep that he’s been deprived of.

“Yes, I think so,” he smiles awkwardly at brother Yuji, a sweet big eyed strawberry blond a few years younger than himself, “No need to worry, please. Rejoin the prayer”.

“Oh, okay” - Yuji’s eyes linger on Choso for a second, and he continues, his hands propped up on the bench before them.

It’s wintry, unusually so for early September. Normally they’d be settled outside, all thanks to abbot Suguru’s favoritism of nature. He’s endearing for that even, paying grand attention to gardening and keeping the territory abundant with green. “Gardens of Eden are unachievable, but to strive is a virtue”, as he says, having all the monks sweat around the premises with hoes and shovels in their godloving hands.

Choso was not fond of it initially, his teeth clenching at every soil-related chore the abbot would throw his way in his first year at the monastery, but then spring came. Cherry trees blooming, moss so carefully tamed by Suguru himself adding just the right amount of green, and neat bushes of syringa and bird-cherries brightening up to take the lead when it’s time for summer - that’s when Choso understood the sentiment.

And he started working twice as hard, meticulously pulling out the weeds to let the roses breathe. He poured his soul into the gardens here, earning himself great praises from the abbot and an extra dash of wine on Sunday nights.

It’s wintry, and the abbot is not fond of it, forced to hold the prayer in the church.

But unlike his shivering brothers, Choso couldn’t get enough breeze to blow the godless thoughts out of his mind. He considered using the credit he had with Suguru to convince him into an outside mass, but maybe the suffocating halls of church were a befitting punishment, making him suffer through the lustful distractions that riddled his filthy mind.

Mind, fouled up by you.

The abbot begins a psalm for the Blessed Virgin, and Choso barely holds in a whine, his eyes darting to the statue by the altar. It’s not been long since he’s encountered that same frame before, but dear God was the encounter infernal.

He gulps, remembering how in the night the Virgin Mary came to him wearing the exact same baby blue robe. Nocturnal Mary wasn’t very fond of long skirts though. Her robe barely covered the holy thighs, revealing the supple flesh of virgin ass. Her holy tits that now seemed to supply hungry baby Jesus’s thirst for milk were then straining the cleavage, moonlight accentuating their fullness as Choso ogled at them from under the woolen covers.

The virgin face that eased other monks into peaceful comfort by daylight - oh, that’s where brother Choso knew that no Mary came to him last night. No, it was you, lidded eyes glimmering in the dark of his cell, wet lips curved into a perfect O as your long playful digits snaked in and out of your squelching core right above his face, sweet intoxicating slick dripping to his parted lips.

You were dead set on tainting every detail of his life, going as far as having the Holy Virgin slowly finger herself to lure him into sin.

“...pure Mother of Jesus, permit me, thy humble and devoted client, to remind thee of the joy thou didst receive in the instant of the most sacred incarnation of our divine Lord..” Suguru’s melodic baritone resounds from the weathered marble, a harmony of voices echoing the psalm, and Choso’s thankful for the thunderous chorale for hiding his quiver so well.

His thoughts are far from Heaven and divine, recollection of all your apparitions buzzing through his bones. No, the blasphemy you put on last night was not your first caprise. There was a memory of your lips wrapped around the crucifix, sucking on oak so deliciously while he blushed through his nightly grace. There was you washing his feet in nice hot water while he was dozing in his chair after planting hydrangeas, your hands working through sore muscles, creeping up higher up his thighs to the stirring hardness. There was you pinching his nipples through the rough cotton robe, your sharp nails dragging across his throat so deliciously.

That time was when he first learned that you were more than a product of his impure imagination. Brother Todo came to wake him in the morning after, quick to announce in his booming voice that rose bushes are to be tended to with caution. Choso remembers how puzzled he was until the first look in the mirror, and how he gasped at very prominent scratches across his neck. Gasped and hardened. Weak and vile man.

With each night your tricks progressed, leaving him to pray, cry of shame, barely holding from touching himself. You’ve made a point of never giving him the full pleasure, always stopping before he’d tip off the edge. Wanton moans that you’ve milked from him turning into sobs and whimpers when he’d see your ghost dissipate into the darkness.

Choso hisses, body aching at the memories. He’s been praying like a madman, hours spent on his knees before the crucifix, bruises blooming across his body at how long he’s been overworking himself with psalms and shovels, all to rid his mind and soul of your foul being.

“Dominus, filii et spiritus sancti…” he’d babble every morning until his tongue gave out to wash out the filth that you’ve got bubbling up in him. “Dominus, filii et spiritus sancti…”, he’d murmur, his whole body electrified by your touches and teases.

Demons don’t compromise though.

Every morning he’d wake up to nothing but soiled garments and sheets stinking with sweat. You teased and lured him, but never crossed the line. You never called to him, deranging him into giving up himself.

Domine was he close.

“Brother, you should rest, I think.” ugh, Yuji was too sweet for this world, concerned eyes blown wide at Choso’s sweating form beside him. ”You’re running hot”

Choso scoffes internally. Oh, he sure is, reaching his boiling point by seconds. Outside he only nods though, promising the boy to retreat to his cell right after the mass.

Creaking benches and methodic rumbling of the brotherhood now emerging to the top of his consciousness, Choso makes an effort to focus on the last minutes of the mass. He knows Yuji’s right, and he probably is on a good enough roll with Suguru to have just this one afternoon to himself and his dementing mind in the privacy of his cell.

“The brethren who are with me greet you” Suguru’s deep velvety voice returning alleviated spirits of the brotherhood back to their worldly flesh. “This morning we were given plenty.” the abbot looks around, making sure to capture everyone’s attention. “The milkmaids were kind enough to gift us the freshest batch. Milk, butter, cheese - we now have all. Each one of you has a bit of former administered to his cell. Enjoy, and I urge everyone to say the grace for ladies’ souls after finishing your glass. That would be all”

Yes, Suguru had his antics, but his agriculture regularly resulted in such benefits from the farmers, grateful for the abbot’s urge towards natural development of lands.

Choso parrots the words of gratitude and quickly exits the church, determined to reach privacy before being pulled to work. Just a little more pace to his step, just enough to carry him through the swarm of maroon robes to the secluded path and further, to one of many abodes sinking in fiery trees. He’s switching to a jog once out of sight for other monks, yearning for reclusion.

He’s moving automatically, hazy eyes barely making out the road, brain resigning all its duties to muscle memory. A staircase up, seven doors in the outside gallery, another staircase, and a bolt to the end of the dimly illuminated hallway, up to the protective board of an ash tree.

Then he’ll breathe out, clear his sight, drink the milk and cry his heart out to the little bronze Jesus crucified beside his bed. The milk and the prayer, and some good sleep for the sake of Yuji’s concern. Milk and his heartfelt grace, and it’s all done for today.

Choso yanks his door open, diving head first into seclusion, and stills, floored.

How on earth?

What-...

Why are you..?

You’re there. In broad daylight, slithering through the uncurtained window, there’s you, straddling his pillow, wearing the absolute nothing but the milkmaid’s apron, an empty glass peeking from under his bed. There’s fucking you, chin dripping with white to your neck and revealed breasts, humping on his pillow and moaning his name as streams of milk trickle to your nipples and further to his fresh sheets.

“Choso, ah-”

Oh, forgive him God

“Choso, need, ah-, need you… baad”

for he’s about to sin.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, please enjoy this raging desecration

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